He didn’t take action, and Sumr Sutton was once again frustrated.
She kissed him with so insistence, her hand slowly slid towards the buttons of his shirt, and then ventured inside.
Her soft hand stroked his chest, her palm gently brushed over his solid muscles, and when it reached his chest, Sumr’s palm lingered there for quite a while.
Although his face showed no reaction to her actions, she could feel his heartbeat racing.
Just like those countless nights when Adrian Walyon lay on her...
Sumr’s thoughts grew dim as she pondered.
She slowly raised her face, examining him closely, staring at his masked face for a long ti.
Watt Bennet’s gaze t hers, watching her slowly blurred eyes, seeming to stall for a mont, a faint crack appeared in his otherwise calm gaze.
Sumr Sutton’s hand kept struggling, gripping the sofa beneath her for so ti, torn between continuing her attempt to remove his mask and waiting for the day he’d willingly reveal his face to her.
If she waited for his willingness, how long would she have to wait?
Sumr didn’t want to care anymore, she raised her hand and reached towards his face.
Her speed was always swift, each ti she thought she would succeed.
But each ti this man nad Watt was even faster, so fast that Sumr didn’t even see how he did it.
When she regained her senses, her wrist was already tightly gripped by him, pressed down by her side.
"Miss Sutton!" he said in a steady voice, as if slightly provoked by her.
Sumr pretended not to understand his tone, her wrist struggled in his grip, she feigned weakness, softly moaning, "It hurts, it hurts, couldn’t you be gentler?"
Her soft voice carried a hint of complaint, sounding like a woman acting spoiled towards her lover.
The man beneath her originally pursed his cold lips, seemingly twitched a couple of tis, his tense, handso face showed signs of crumbling.
Sumr Sutton withdrew her hand from his grip, slowly climbed off him, and sank into the sofa.
"Are you hungry? I’ll make you so dessert. My baking skills are quite good, you’re in luck to taste it." Sumr spoke with confidence as she flexed her hand and headed to the kitchen.
Watt Bennet’s place had no baking materials, yet she didn’t mind going out to buy them, after searching the kitchen and finding nothing, she drove out.
Half an hour later, she returned carrying several bags.
The ingredients she bought were all for making cakes, once back, she shut the kitchen door and busied herself inside.
She stayed inside for quite a while, a full four hours, long enough to make Watt, who wasn’t hungry initially, feel starved.
"It’s done!" She ca out holding a large cake.
She placed it on the dining table and cut two small pieces.
Watt slowly wheeled himself over, and seeing the cake on the table, his gaze instantly froze.
Sumr Sutton had made a cherry blossom mousse, the sa cake Adrian Walyon used when he confessed.
Sumr later made it at ho a couple of tis, each ti filled with overwhelming love.
Quietly gazing at the cake on the table, Watt’s eyes seed glued to it, unmoving for a long while...
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